As I stare out my open frosted window I can see a contorted tree drooping heavily over the side of a barren piece of earth. 

The old leafless tree looks like it’s cradling the luminous lemon coloured full moon. I can feel the misty air crawling across my body while the sound of cackling birds settle to rest. 

Eyeballing the plush purple sky I notice the single cloud merging with the mist. 

Suddenly a bare branch snaps, I jump out of my skin then realise that it’s 11:00pm.

I flutter my eyes shut tight and drift asleep at last.

OLIVIA = YEAR 8